Amongst The Hum

Beneath my feet the cobbled street
Amongst the hum of cities lights
To this place what have we done?
When will they come?
To this place where will they run

Without a sound switch out the lights
Then turn your head to say goodnight
And watch the stars before your eyes
As your soul spreads wings
Before the lights

By the sounds that are faded
By echoes they waited
For the new day to come
Beneath the light of the first golden sun

There's no time for the fable
Lay your cards on the table
For when the echoes are done
To this place, where will we run

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